The Hero of Garside School

though for the purpose of displaying to the utmost advantage the white spats on his patent shoes, while surmounting the lower half of him was a gorgeous white waistcoat, cutaway jacket, a

s making an impression on the school. But you needn't scowl so, old fellow. It's all

down!" repeated Stanley, bewildered

e day he had visited Oakville, and the mysterious document he had shown him fr

r's bait," laughed Stanley. "It isn't a ba

ing their way across the grounds in the direction of the schoolhouse. Harry, with his arm linked in Plunger's-a

r was saying; "so you'd better get over your introduc

red a public school where there were boys bigger and older than himself, and that he was

, y

met at home during the vac.-P

-in the same form as your cousin.

should like to meet him again

Those Upper Form fellows think no end of themselves, I can te

all the rules by heart.

e writing on the bottom, which he handed to Plunger. The boys followi

tograph admiringly. "I didn't know you were such an awfully good

as busily engaged in her room sorting out an endless array of boys' wearing apparel. Her motherly face, therefore, wore an unusually severe an

d Plunger, with an elaborate bow to the matron, "of

efore the matron, and drawing from his pocket the photograph he had just sho

the photograph. The severity of her face did not relax, nor did it soften when, look

ister to Harry a sound box on the ears, but, altering her m

d regards, Master Plu

s outside

ch he had anticipated to be the portion of his chum. "Come along, Harry; we won't waste any more of Mr

ipating that if he stayed longer the matron might

y?" asked Harry, when they

must have reminded her of some unhung scoundrel she's met with in the course of her career, and she took it out of m

six cubicles, side by side, with their heads to the windows. Over each was a text of Scripture, while on a larger card, at one end of the dormitory, in illuminated letters, wer

lunger, pointing to a couple of beds at the end of the room. "Th

akes three. Ther

is pater took him away for some reason or ot

ene

retty saints they are, too! You'll know enough of them before you've finish

re ever trying to peer through, but which God in His infinite love and mercy keeps ever close drawn. That lamp of His-the lamp of which the card spoke at the end of the dormitory-is for ever burning, however, and there is no fear of our f

does fagging now and then for Newall-a chap in the same form as your cousin. By the by, don't

spoke, as an indication of Stanley

er had given him of the life at Garside, he could see that it was not all plain sailing. There were deeper currents

empty bed? Will i

put some fresher in it. I hope he's a decent chap, that's all! If he i

bbert, the weak little hunchback, whom we have already met with in the grounds. The deep-set

What are you d

the presence of one of the masters, and the same instinct somehow told h

f, cousin of Stanl

his half-closed eyes than when they were wide open, and that he was taking "full stock"-a mental inventory-of Harry. He kept them closed for so long that Harry felt more and more certain that he was going to

ends. He has no friends or relatives in England. His father is abroad on foreign service. That appeals to your sympathy, as it has appealed to mine-does it not?-and will draw you closer to Hibbert. He will occupy this dormitory-the bed vacated by Mellor." Then, turning to Hibbert

s,

and you won't

ory with Hibbert, who, occupied in observing his new quar

p, our new bedfellow

shrug of the shoulders. "But, come, we must hurry u

had followed them to the matron's was hanging about the door as

e notice the wink that Plunger gave

enly exclaimed. "There

n the direction of a short, somewhat corpulent ma

porter?"

u haven't forgotten